Page 58 of Just One Moment
He’scrushing his lips to mine again beforeI’vefinished speaking.Westep back, clinging to one another, andIexpect him to push me onto the bed, but instead he hoists me into his arms, andIautomatically wrap my legs around him.Hadhe not thrown me on the tire swing the other week,Iwould have arguedI’mtoo heavy.
Ourtongues continue their dizzying duel and at this angle,I’mable to grind my throbbing center against hishard length concealed by the thin material of his shorts.Stillshirtless,Ihave the perfect opportunity to explore his warm skin; tracing the muscles on his shoulders and back.
Ialmost knock his glasses off his face whenIrun my hand across his neatly trimmed beard and up into his hair, gripping the strands tight to deepen the kiss.Itcould be minutes; it could be hours.Timedoesn’t mean anything when we’re together like this.
Grahambreaks the kiss, but my cries of protest are silenced when he nuzzles his face into my neck, his beard tickling and overstimulating my heated skin.
“Quinn, you’re killing me with these little hip movements.”Thatonly makes me grind down harder.
“Ineed this.Needsomething,”Iwhine.
“I’llgive it to you.Whateveryou need.”Witha deep breath, he tightens his grip on my ass, sure to leave bruises thatI’llwear like a badge of honor. “CanItaste you?Beforeanything, please let me taste you.”
Achill of excitement causes goose bumps to erupt over my body, my hardened nipples rubbing painfully against my tank top.Heatfloods my veins, running straight to my core whereI’malready soaking.
Noone has ever done that before.Hehasn’t even touched me yet andIalready know it’s going to be an experience that triumphs all my others.Previouspartners have either been uncoordinated or short and sweet.
“Iwant that.”
That’sall the permission he needs, because beforeIcan take my next breath, my back is bouncing off the springs of the mattress as a version ofGrahamI’venever seen before towers over me.
Hungry.Powerful.Assertive.
Thoselittle pockets of confidenceIkeep seeing from him are nothing compared to the man looking down at mepossessively.Therise and fall of his chest, the messy hair, and the way his eyes eat up every inch of my body has him looking rogue.
Ivery much like this version ofGraham.
“You’retalking out loud again.”Hechuckles deeply.
Ihuff a laugh. “Ido that a lot around you.Youhave that effect.”
“Youhave no idea the effects you have on me, though, do you?” he asks, strolling closer.
Myeyes drop to the impressive bulge between his legs. “Ihave some idea.”
“That’sjust one of many.”Helowers his hand and palms his erection. “Areyou sure about this,Quinn?”
Mylegs hang over the edge of the bed, feet swinging, hands propped up behind me asIwatch him unabashedly.Noddingmy head,Ihope my response exudes confidence. “I’msure.”
Helets out a breath, like he was holding it in as he waited for my consent. “ThenI’mgonna need you to get out of those shorts—the same ones that have been driving me crazy since you moved in.”
Awhoosh of air leaves me, because fuck, we’re actually doing this.Iscoot forward to plant my feet on the floor, then slowly shimmy out of my now-soaked shorts.Whenthey drop to my ankles,Iflick my foot toward him so they hit him square in the chest.Hislaughter dances around us, but when his eyes drop to between my legs, the humor leaves him with a gulp.
“Showme.Showme exactly whatI’vebeen trying my hardest not to think about.”Hesounds pained.
Toease the torment for the both of us,Iwiden my legs and lean back.Witha sharp intake of breath, he takes me in; eyes darkening to hunter green as they roam over me.Hesteps between my open thighs, fists clenching and unclenching like he’s finding it hard to keep his hands to himself.Ireally hope he doesn’t. “Sofucking pretty.”
Hiseyes drift up to mine andIalmost choke when he lowers to his haunches, inches away from my aching pussy.
Suddenly, my nerves start to get the better of me. “Umm, you don’t have to…”
“IknowIdon’t have to.Iwant to.”
Theold me would be self-conscious at how my thighs spread against the mattress, stretch marks and cellulite on full display, but with the way he groans in appreciation when his hands run over them, fingertips pressing into my skin, it’s hard not to feel wanted.Desired.“Wantit so badly.”Iwatch in apt fascination as he bends and lays a kiss to my inner thigh, then does the same to the opposite side.
“O-okay,”Isay with a shaky breath.
Hepeers up at me, concern creasing his brow. “Ifyou’re not comfortable, we don’t have to.”